[Intro]
Summertime Butch
Yeah, you niggas gon' have to apologize to me
(Turn me up, Kino)
Yo
[Verse 1]
Wise words from a hustler, don't let no static stop your business
I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas (Uhhuh)
What's sad is y'all won't get it, until I'm lashin' out with vengeance
And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playin' cat and mouse with hitters
No, don't ask how I'm religious, for every half, I vow forgiveness
It's like soul food Sunday how we pray, gather 'round them chickens
I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses
When you know the ones who yappin' loud to who actually 'bout they business
Ain't no cappin' 'bout no killings, talkin', chattin' 'round no bitches
Take thеse secrets to thе grave, I ain't rattin', I'm not no witness
They want me actin' out or backin' down, but that just sound ridiculous
I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it
[Interlude]
Butchie, nigga
Summertime Butch
Uh, you know this shit more than bitches and jewels
(The money don't come 'til the night fall)
Fifty percent of it's true (Uh)
A man caught a little indictment from prison
(Money don't come 'til the dice fall)
The co-defendant's a mule, damn
Came up bendin' the rules now
(Junkies gon' come when that white fall)
We settin' the rules but
Even the broke niggas worth for a million or two
All you gotta do is—, hahaha
Summertime Butch
Yeah, you niggas gon' have to apologize to me
(Turn me up, Kino)
Yo
[Verse 1]
Wise words from a hustler, don't let no static stop your business
I came too far to fail, no, I can't crash about no niggas (Uhhuh)
What's sad is y'all won't get it, until I'm lashin' out with vengeance
And have y'all Tom and Jerry rappers playin' cat and mouse with hitters
No, don't ask how I'm religious, for every half, I vow forgiveness
It's like soul food Sunday how we pray, gather 'round them chickens
I know your type, your actions loud, but that come down to senses
When you know the ones who yappin' loud to who actually 'bout they business
Ain't no cappin' 'bout no killings, talkin', chattin' 'round no bitches
Take thеse secrets to thе grave, I ain't rattin', I'm not no witness
They want me actin' out or backin' down, but that just sound ridiculous
I need the crib so big, a Michael Jackson crowd could fill it
[Interlude]
Butchie, nigga
Summertime Butch
Uh, you know this shit more than bitches and jewels
(The money don't come 'til the night fall)
Fifty percent of it's true (Uh)
A man caught a little indictment from prison
(Money don't come 'til the dice fall)
The co-defendant's a mule, damn
Came up bendin' the rules now
(Junkies gon' come when that white fall)
We settin' the rules but
Even the broke niggas worth for a million or two
All you gotta do is—, hahaha
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